What a great "craft night". We really made use of the table... to talk really. Although I managed to write a letter to my dear friend Amy. And James taught Ryan how to knit, maybe. At the end of the evening, and I mean the very end, John had a mad hankering for biscuits. Eight humans and one Bello squeezed into my car and drove three blocks to Popeyes fast food joint for a twelve pack.
According to the experts, a dozen biscuits feeds a dozen people.